Teeny tiny angel AU Cas can still smite full-size demons.
Dean finds a shrunken cas. And of course, what’s the first thing dean dose? He grabs him *face palm*
Dean: ….cas?…
Cas: d-dean, Please, put me down.
G/T Prompts Day 8
8. Jar – Stan has a wake-up call.
AU: ???
Stan couldn’t breathe.
He thought seeing the world from only a few inches tall had been amazing, and after he climbed down his bedspread to the floor, he was all set on exploring the alien landscape his bedroom had become.
Then the ground, the very air, everything began to shake. Steady vibrations rattled the floor under Stan’s feet and froze him in place. Sharp impacts on the massive shut door made him flinch, and he clapped his hands over his ears as a tremendous voice rumbled through it.
Panic rose within the teen as it sank in. Someone was looking for him, and they were enormous.
His imagination took it from there, disregarding the logic that whoever it was out there was one of Stan’s brothers, his family. Instead, Stan was paralyzed by images of giants as they’d always been portrayed in films and stories, vicious creatures who meant harm to those smaller than them.
These overwhelming fears came to a head when he saw the door open ever so slightly, and Stan jumped behind the nearest thing to hide, hardly noticing that it happened to be a discarded shoe that was now taller than he was.
Stan’s heart pounded too loudly in his ears to process what the giant was saying, but he certainly felt the wave of displaced air when the door swung open, the earth-shattering footsteps that followed. Humongous feet stomped closer and swung right past Stan’s hiding spot in only a handful of steps.
A hand shot up to cover Stan’s mouth, quieting his heavy breathing and stifling the dread-filled cries he could feel creeping up his throat. The giant’s feet were right there and Stan was completely exposed, it could notice him at any moment! He needed to find a new hiding spot, and he glanced around the corner of the shoe to find one.
If he could just made it under the dresser in the distance…
How is it that Bigfoot’s A Hoax isn’t in the BA universe, but Brothers Kept is??
Simple!
If a story has Celeste and her curse present, it’s a BA universe story.
All other stories, such as Bigfoot’s a Hoax, The Comeback Kid, Reversal of Fate… these are all written in the canon Supernatural universe with only small tweaks to the storyline, mostly in the style of a case!fic.
Dean is cursed to be tiny in Brothers Kept, the lucky duck, so it takes place in an admittedly-twisted version of the BA universe.
Meanwhile, Jacob’s size change was due to chaos spellwork when he was a giant, and the person that is responsible for his current ‘little’ issue the story ended on has yet to be revealed, and will be a big part of the sequel (which we currently only have the description written down for).
There are a few storylines that will be in the Brothers Apart multiverse yet have both brothers be full-sized (Brothers United, Brothers Chosen). We know it’s the same multiverse because there is a curse victim in the story (Oscar, Stan Baker).
Hope this helps!
Sad lil Tiny!Dean feels better with a little hair petting and a warm hand on his back!
November 14th excerpt:
“So, how do we get this started?”
“Now,” Dean said pointedly, his grin broadening, “you get the biggest honor of all.”
With a grandiose gesture, Dean waved towards the floor near the agent’s feet. “You get to offer me a lift to the floor so we can get this party started.”
For this year’s spn-reversebang, I worked with Alyndra who wrote an absolutely charming gen fic: Small Problems!
Everyone should go read this if they haven’t!
“Food Day” Contest
This year I didn’t get my energy in a row in time to do another Halloween costume contest for my shy little borrower Oscar. However! In late November there comes a time when lots of humans are inexplicably more preoccupied with food (and lots of it). Oscar doesn’t know where this “Thanksgiving” holiday comes from, but he can definitely attest that a Food Day is a Good Day.
What I’d like to see from entries is your take on Thanksgiving for the little guy. It can be art or writing, as long as it includes some indication that Thanksgiving is involved. This contest isn’t going to run for very long and is meant to be more relaxed, so submissions need not be super fancy. Don’t do an extravagant painting or a novella for it (unless you want to, I guess!).
The deadline is December 8 at 11pm Central Standard Time.
Rules
- Must include Oscar having some Thanksgiving fun. What kinds of food would he be most drawn to? That’s up to you to imagine.
- Other characters are allowed, but the submission won’t be judged based on any other characters
- Keep it clean and respectful; Thanksgiving does not mean the same thing to everyone, and it carries its own issues. That said, for many it is about family gatherings and an excuse to eat good food, and that’s the sort of feeling I’d like this contest to take inspiration from. Oscar is all about the chance for a feast!
Prizes
Since it’s a short contest and it’s pretty chill, for now I have only a few prizes up for grabs. If I get a lot of entries, I can reconsider that and I’ll announce it as soon as I know.
1st Place
- 1.5k-2k word story written by me
2nd Place
- 1k word story written by me
3rd Place
- 500-600 word story written by me
References
I’m guessing most people who follow me know who Oscar is from at least one story, but just in case, here’s a link to a few example pictures. Let me know if you need links to other resources about him; there are lots of stories out there to choose from.
Contact
In order to enter, you can post your entry on Tumblr or DeviantArt (if you don’t have an account on either, Archive of Our Own is also acceptable for writing). Then either @ me on tumblr or send me a note on DeviantArt (I am PL1 there). I’ll make a post with entries (or possibly add them to this one). If you made an entry and don’t see yours added to the list after a reasonable amount of time, let me know! There’s a chance I might miss it.
Sam and a tired big dragon brother Dean. Dean’s the tall one now, after he’s spent some time being freakin tiny. long story!
from my fanfic series – Dragon!Dean is Still Scared of Heights
more art for the series – on my deviantart
I almost forgot how to draw my big boi! He looks slightly different every time lol – I should do a model of him sometime…
spent some time on this pic – then edited a bit in ‘paint’ because my ink pen sucks and I needed to get a finer lined one like months ago. ballpoint doesnt work so hot and felt is too big. ah well.
Brothers Lost Meets Charlie Bradbury Part 2
Non-Canon
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own this concept, all rights for the Brothers Lost storyline of cursed!Sam and cursed!Dean with full sized Jacob are owned by@nightmares06 (aka @brothersapart ) and PL1 (aka @neonthewrite )
If you haven’t read part 1, here’s a link: Brothers Lost Meets Charlie Bradbury Part 1
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Author’s Note: Wow I was not expecting that many people to like the story. Thanks people of Tumblr!
Once in the car, Jacob brought out the Winchesters from hiding. He tried to hold them low enough so that anyone on the sidewalk couldn’t see them with a quick glance.
“So what do you guys think?” Jacob asked.
“You forgot the EM-oof!” Dean started, getting cut off by an elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Sam.
“What he meant to say was, you did great, but you could use some work.” Sam said up to the teen.
“Yeah, but now we don’t have a reading and we’ll have to break in later!” Dean griped.
“Break in??” Jacob echoed with hesitancy.
“Welcome to the hunting business. Get used to it!” Dean quipped with a grin.
Well, just another reason I can’t tell anyone what I really do on the road.. Jacob thought to himself.
“I’m guessing we will have to do this at night, like in the movies?” Jacob said.
“Yup, and in the meantime, we interrogate wizard boy.” Dean said, grin going wider.
“Hopefully it doesn’t go as bad as last time..” Sam started, amusement coloring his voice.
“I didn’t do that bad!” Jacob protested.
“You asked a man that was suspected of killing his wife how is day was going!” Sam exclaimed.
“It was my first time posing as a sheriff! The badge I got wasn’t even official!” Jacob protested in a slightly higher whisper, even as a blush darkened his face. The brothers were hiding grins at the memory as Jacob lifted them to his shoulder for the car ride.
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Sam and Dean slipped out of sight in Jacob’s inner pocket when he parked at the police station. When they were situated Jacob got out and headed in, fumbling for his badge as he approached the front desk.
“Agent Morrison!” The officer from earlier called just as Jacob managed to flash his badge, “Right over here.”
Jacob looked over and followed the man down the hall to a simplistic interrogation room, with what had to be Lance the Mage sitting handcuffed. Jacob entered and the door closed behind him with a loud click, making Lance look up.
“Jim Morrison, FBI. I’m here to talk to you about your friend Lance’s recent passing.” Jacob said, trying to sound professional.
“I-I swear I don’t know a-anything! I’d never want to k-kill Ed!” Lance cried out, obviously distraught.
“W-woah, um- I just want to ask a few questions, nobody’s blaming anybody.”
“O-okay,” Lance responded, trying to calm down.
“Is there anyone who might want to hurt Ed?”
“N-no Ed is a great guy, everyone at Moondoor liked him,” Lance began slowly, “The only enemies he had were just in Moondoor. Everyone is friends in real life.”
“Moondoor?” Jacob questioned.
“The game we play, we’re LARPers.”
“Ok,” Jacob remembered what Sam had said about LARP, “So, about the texts you sent Ed the night he died, why were you two fighting?”
“Those texts weren’t from me. They were from me, but they weren’t from me me.”
“Um, what?” Jacob said, entirely lost. Lance shrugged, letting out a tired sigh.
“They were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult..” Lance explained, and when Jacob cocked his head, he went on with a defeated tone, “My LARPing character and Ed’s..”
“So it was all fake?” Jacob realized.
“Yes, Ed and I are best friends in real life, I’d never hurt him! I-I just c-c-can’t believe he’s really d-dea-a-ad! OH G-GODS the m-mighty Thargrim has fallen!!” He sobbed. Jacob sat there awkwardly for a minute, shifting uncomfortably as the lanky man sobbed in grief. Finally he decided to just leave Lance to his grieving.
“So what do you think?” The sheriff greeted Jacob as he closed the door behind him.
“The texts were a roleplay between his and Ed’s characters. Apparently the two are friends in real life, but mad at eachother in the ‘LARP’.”
“You think he got mad enough to kill Lance?”
“I doubt it, the man’s completely torn up about it. Those were definitely not crocodile tears.” Jacob deduced.
“I’m guessing he has no clue about a suspect then?” Jacob shook his head.
“Well call me if you find any-” Jacob started pulling out a card with his number on it, when all the sudden there was a shout of alarm down the hall from the interrogation room. Jacob followed the officer at a slower pace towards the sound for the sake of the brothers in his pocket.
They rounded the corner into a surveillance room, a woman hurried towards them.
“It’s Lance! He’s dying!” She exclaimed as she ran by, both Jacob and the officer in tow.
She fumbled to unlock the door, and swung it open as fast as she could. It was oddly quiet in the room. Jacob peered in and cursed under his breath. The lifeless body of Lance laying dead on the floor.
“Shit. Can you show me the surveillance tapes?” Jacob asked grimly.
“Uh-huh follow me.” Jacob followed her back to the surveillance room, and she rewinded the tape to show just Lance sitting there, crying softly.
All the sudden he scratched his arm and pulled up the sleeve, Jacob peered closer there was a marking on his arm that he couldn’t quite work out. Lance coughed violently, then again. The hand he had held over his mouth pulled away, covered in thick red blood.
Lance screamed and stood turning to look into the mirror of the one way glass. From where the camera pointed, Jacob could see in the mirror that the lanky LARPer’s mouth was smeared with blood. Another cough splattered dark blood across the mirror, before he screamed his last, and fell to the floor.
“God forbid he was contagious! I’m going to wash my hands!” The sheriff rushed out the door.
The young teen paled. “I’m going to need that hard drive,” he dead panned, knowing Sam and Dean would want to see it.
After securing the hard drive, Jacob wasted no time getting back into the privacy of the Impala.
He helped the brothers up onto his shoulder, and recounted as much as he could. As expected, both brothers wanted to see the video when they got back to the motel.
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Author’s Note: Sorry this is a bit short, I am very busy with play practice and felt bad for not updating fast. So I just decided on uploading what I had. Hope you all had a fun time over the weekend!
Brothers Apart 